Power of a demon

Harry let go of Adrian as they walked to his bed. As they both sat on the
bed, Harry looked deep in Adrian's eyes and he knew that the thing Adrian
was trying to tell him was going to be bad.

Adrian just started to cry, and Harry could not recall Adrian ever
breaking down like this. Adrian always seemed happy, as if he were
untouchable, never letting anything get to him. Deep down, Harry knew
that it was an act; a last ditch attempt to hold whatever deep and
painful secrets may live inside his mind, and his heart.

" Come on love, tell me," said Harry soothingly. "What's on your mind
that's making you cry?"

"Harry," he said in a low voice, "do you remember the first time we
met?"


Harry just looked at Adrian, wondering where he was going with this; of
course Harry remembered. It was hardly a day that he would ever forget in
his lifetime.

"Yes love, I do remember," replied Harry, "but what's that have to do
with what you're going to tell me?"

"Just listen, and I will tell you. Come here, Harry."

When Harry scooted closer, Adrian just looked at him for a few moments,
holding his hand. Then he suddenly went closer for a sweet kiss. It was
like heaven all over again; both boys were in each other's arms, kissing
a kiss that only lovers can share. Harry got lost in the sensations his
lover's lips and tongue were causing, and almost forgot that Adrian had
more than the apparent bulge in Harry's pants on his mind. Harry broke
away from the kiss, and urged Adrian to continue talking.

Adrian slowly removed his lips from Harry's and started to talk once more

"The thing I'm trying to tell you is," Adrian broke down once more
into tears. When he composed himself again, he continued, "I lied to
you about the way my mum died. It wasn't the way that I told you."


"Why did you not"

Adrian cut Harry off, "You see, I was about ten years old, I was on my
way back from my mate's house. When I got close to my house, I saw these
things that looked like ghosts going in. I was scared out of my mind when
I saw these things, so I started to run as fast as I could to get home.
As I got closer, I could hear my mum screaming in pain as they were
killing her."

Another pause, and a few more tearful sobs from Adrian before he
continued. "I wanted to help her, but I was just a little kid. What was
I going to do against three ghosts? It took me awhile, but I finally
made it to the door. I looked up at my mum's bedroom window and saw this
bright light coming out of her room. That's when I heard her screams
stop. I was too late to help my mum, Harry, and I still feel guilty
about that."

"I can understand, Adrian. Truth be told, I still feel guilty about some
things that I have failed to do in my past. But this isn't about me;
it's about you. Go on, baby, if you can," said Harry, now holding Adrian
in his arms like a baby.

"As I was about to open the front door, it opened on it's own. It scared
me beyond belief, and I was certain that they would come after me next. I
was right. I ran back into the bushes and watched in horror, as the three
ghosts came out of my house . But the worst, and most shocking part, was
that they were with my father. They were talking to him! I could only
hear a little of what they where saying to him."

"What were they talking about," asked a puzzled Harry

"My mum and me, Harry"

Adrian went on to describe, word for word, the conversation he overheard:

"This woman's body was not the right type for me to take over, " said the
first ghost.

"Yes, my lord, but what do we do? She was the last of her kind," replied
Adrian's father.

"Wait. Didn't you say you had a son with this woman?" said the second
ghost.

"Yes, he would do nicely; his body is young and strong and is ripe for
the taking," commented the first ghost.

"But, my lord, he's only a child. His body can not handle the curse mark
at the moment; he will surely die if we put it on him now!"

"Yes I know that fool!" screamed the head ghost, "That's why, in five
years, we will come back for the boy and place the curse mark on his
body. Then, and only then, will his body be ready for me to take over."


"Yes, my lord," the others, including Adrian's father, bowed in
submission.


"And, as suddenly as they appeared, the three ghost were gone. My father
walked back into the house. I couldn't believe he had walked so casually
back in, as if nothing had happened."

"My God, Adrian, can I ask you something?" asked Harry tentatively. "Why
did you stay with your Dad if you knew he helped with your Mum's death?"

"Because, at the time, I didn't want to believe that my own Dad could do
some thing like that to someone he really loved. I guess I was in a state
of denial."

Adrian started to cry once more, "But I was wrong. You see, for over
five years, my Dad couldn't bear to look at me, let alone call me his
son. But, one night, everything changed. And not for the better."

"If this is too upsetting for you, we can finish later," offered
Harry concerned about his crying boyfriend.

"No, no. I want to get this all out. My dad came home late, and I was
already asleep in my bed. He came in my room and pulled all the covers
off my body. I turned to him, asking him what's wrong. When I saw his
face I got really scared. It was not my dad's usual face; it was the
face of a man full of rage and lust. He had a rope in his hands, and
started to beat me with it. I could do nothing but curl up into a little
ball so the blows hit my back. Finally, when he was done with that, he
tied my hands up to my bed and slowly started to feel up my shirt."

Adrian took a deep breath and Harry, absolutely shocked by what he was
hearing, listened attentively.

"He got close to my ear and told me, "Tonight you're not my son, but a
little toy that I can play with and do what ever I feel like doing." At
first, I thought he was going to beat me again, but soon it became clear
he had other things in mind. I was shocked to hear those words coming
out my dad's mouth; it was like a bad dream. So, he started to feel me
up again, and removed my shirt. Then he started licking me all over
until he pulled my bottoms down. I was naked on my bed, and I couldn't
do a damned thing about it since I was tied down."


Another deep breath, and pause, before Adrian continued.

"When I asked him why he was doing that to me, and why I was tied down
and naked, he slapped my face. Then he just stood over me and laughed,
despite that fact that I had tears running down my face. As he did that,
he let his shorts drop as well, and I had my first look at my father's
hard dick. He spread my legs and crawled up between them. I tried to keep
them closed but he was too strong for me. He lifted my legs and
rested each one on each of his shoulders. And then I felt it: something
hard poking at my bum hole. He entered me, and suddenly I was in
more pain then I had ever experienced before. Despite my cries for
mercy, he just laughed as he started to fuck me, hard."

Harry just sat there, cradling Adrian in his arms, with his mouth hanging
open in total disbelief.

"The pain was too much for me, Harry, so I guess I blacked out for a few
minutes. When I opened my eyes and was aware again, I was in my room and
still tied to my bed, and my dad was gone. Luckily for me, the ropes
where loose enough for me to get free and dad was still nowhere in sight.
I got dressed, and ran out of the house to the nearest place I could
think of. It was that park where we first met. I was there, crying my
heart out over what just happened to me, and that's when your cousin came
with a couple of his mates. They started to pick on me and, well, you
know the rest."

"Why did you go back home that night, when I saved you from my cousin
Dudley?"

"Because I had no other options, or so I thought, and I wasn't about to
tell you my life story at the time, either. Harry rubbed Adrian's back to
try to clam him down. It was working, when Harry moved his hand all of a
sudden. Adrian started to faint, falling on Harry's bed.

Harry placed the rest of Adrian in his bed and lightly kissed him on the
forehead. Adrian opened his eyes and grabbed Harry by the arm. Harry sat
back down, next to his lover's side, lightly brushing through his hair.

"Harry," Adrian said in a low voice, " don't worry. I'm here, love.
Please try to get some rest, okay? We've got a long day ahead of us."
Adrian slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep, dreamless, sleep.

Harry could hear his Uncle calling him, and he went downstairs to see
what he wanted. He knew that he had things to do, and he had to get them
done before the night was over. Tonight they were leaving for the
burrow.

Later that day, Dudley got the mail from the door as it fell. He came
running into the living room with a letter in his hand, as happy as he
could be. He gave the letter to his Mum and Dad. They were happy to see
that Dudley was getting an award at school this very night. Harry was in
the background, smiling, knowing that letter was a fake to get them out
of the house. The uncle looked at Harry and told him that he'd better
have the house done when they got back from Dudley's school.

"Yes, sir," Harry said, as they all went upstairs to change.

Harry knew what he had to do that night. He went back upstairs to see if
Adrian was okay. He opened his bedroom door, and there he was, still
sleeping peacefully. Harry noticed that Headwig had come back with a
letter in her beak. He walked over to Headwig to get the letter from her
and, as he did, he noticed some type of mark on Adrian's left shoulder.
'Could it be the curse mark?" he though to himself. He turned for a
second, and looked again, but the mark was gone. 'Man I must be really
tired if I'm seeing things,' he said quietly to himself.

Harry turned back to Headwig and took the letter from her beak. He
opened the letter and took out the peace of parchment and read it.

Dear Harry,


Mum say it's okay to bring your friend along, but only if you think his
life is really in danger.

All of The Order will be here to hear what you have to say about this
mate of yours, including Dumbledor. So Hermoine, Tonks, and I will be
picking you guys up. Hopefully, that fake letter I sent has worked, so
that no one else will be there when we come and get you two. Make sure
that you have all your things together so we won't waste time, okay?

Your best mate


Ron


Harry once again was happy that his lover could come with him, so he
could protect him from any one who tried to hurt him. Harry could hear
his Uncle, once again calling out to him to come down stairs.

"Boy, come down here now!" his Uncle yelled.


Harry left his room once again. When he got down the stairs, he could
see that they were all well dressed for something that was not really
going to happen. His Uncle just looked at him like he wanted to beat the
hell out of him.

Where are you going now, boy? I will not have any of that so-called
magic in my house, or those freaks you call friends here either. Do I
make my self clear?" He looked at Harry with anger in his eyes. All
Harry could do was just agree with his Uncle, as they all went out the
door.

Harry went upstairs once more to get his things ready for them the leave
to the burrow. As he got close to his door, he could hear crying. He
opened the door, and saw that Adrian was not in bed, but he could still
hear crying. He walked over to the other side of the bed and there was
Adrian, on the floor, curled up in a ball. Harry ran to his aid.

"Adrian," he said, "are you ok?"

Adrian looked at Harry with tears in his eyes. "Harry." He was now in
Harry's arms, crying.

"Adrian, don't worry yourself, I will protect you, even if it costs me my
life. I love you, and nothing can change that."

Adrian lifted his head, and they kissed a long kiss that only two people
can when they are truly in love. Harry broke the kiss and looked into his
lover's eyes.

"I'm okay now, Harry." Adrian smiled at Harry. They both got up from the
floor and Harry told him that they needed to get things ready because his
friends where coming to get them soon.

"Your friends?" Adrian had a worried look on his face.

"Don't worry, they are going to help you get through this. Trust me.
They've helped me many times when I needed them. So don't worry, okay?"
Adrian said.

As they were packing, Harry heard a knock on the front door. "Adrian,
wait here," Harry

said. He walked out of his room and slowly pulled out his wand. When he
got to the door he saw that it was Ron.

"Bloody hell, Harry! What, are you trying to kill me or something?"

"Sorry about that, mate. You can't be too sure, with those things out
there." Ron just looked lost. "Never mind. Come in. Where is Hermoine?"
Harry asked.

"I'm right here, Harry," she said, as she came up to hug him.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" said Tonks, as she walk in the house.

"So where's your mate? The one you've been writing me about?" asked Ron.

"Oh, he's upstairs getting his stuff."

All of a sudden, they heard glass breaking. Harry, Tonks, Ron, and
Hermonie pulled out their wands and headed toward Harry's room. As they
got close, they could hear Adrian cry for help. Tonks burst open the door
and there was Adrian, up against the bedroom wall, yelling.

"No, Dad, please leave me alone, please." As Adrian begged, his father
just laughed. Tonks said a quick spell to bring Adrian down, but none of
her magic was working. Adrian's father went straight for them, and there
was nothing they could do. Suddenly, Adrian came down from the wall and
got in front of his father. His father stopped in his tracks when he saw
the look on his son's face. Adrian's eyes were now pure red, and his
pupils were black as coal. He had three marks across each cheek that
looked like scars. Harry was behind Adrian, but he could see that the
marks were the same ones he saw before. He knew they were the marks of
the curse put on him. His father also knew, since he was broadly smiling
now.

"Don't you dare lay a hand on Harry!" he yelled at his father, with rage.
Adrian put his hands out and a bolt of power blew his father out the
window. Tonks went to the window to see if Adrian's father was there, but
he was gone. When Harry put his hand on Adrian's shoulder, he saw that the
marks were starting to fade. As Adrian started to fall to the floor,
Harry caught him in his arms.

Tonks turned to Harry, and asked, "Who the hell was that?"

Harry looked at her and said, "That was his father."

"What?!"

"I can't really tell you everything right now. We've got to get out of
here."

"Do you have everything Tonks asked for, Harry?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Okay then." With the wave or her wand, every thing that was broken was
fixed.

They all left the Dursley's house and headed towards the car. Adrian was
still passed out. As they flew, Harry told everyone what was going on.
Ron saw his home and pulled into the driveway. All the Weasley clan was
there to greet Harry. Molly was the first one to hug him. and then the
others were.

"Where is your friend?" Molly asked.


"He's in car, passed out like a light," said Tonks.


Every one helped Harry, with his and Adrian's stuff. Arthur went to the
car to get Adrian. They took all the stuff to the room where they would
be sleeping. Arthur placed Adrian on the bed. Molly turned to Harry.

"Dear, you look like your going to pass out. You should get some sleep.
We will talk to you and your friend in the morning."

Harry just looked at her and smiled. She shut the door behind her.
Harry went to the window and looked outside. Adrian woke up and saw
Harry, so he got out of bed and walked up behind him, kissing his neck.
Harry turned to him, and Adrian started to cry as he looked at the floor
and said, "I'm sorry, Harry."

Harry looked at him as tears began to fall to the floor. "Adrian," Harry
said, "what are sorry for?"

Adrian touched Harry's chest with his fingers and the tips went into his
chest. Harry slowly started to fall to the floor, bleeding. He looked
up to see Adrian's face. What he saw was not the face he fell in love
with; it was the face of a monster. With his last breath, Harry spoke:
"Why, Adrian?"

Adrian just started to laugh, and said, "Goodbye, Harry Potter."